In the morning, I woke up early, still feeling the effects of my conversation with Lucian. I rose from the sofa, where I had spent the night. My body ached from the awkward position I had been lying in, but I pushed through the pain. Sasha had left the night before after the doctor informed us that Cecilia's condition was stable. Even if she wanted to stay and help me, she had already taken too much time off work and couldn't risk losing her job to support us.
Since we were so focused on Cecilia the night before, I hadn’t told Sasha about the meeting, and she forgot to ask. I sat down next to Cecilia's bed, holding her cold hand and caressing it gently, but she didn’t wake up. Just as I was about to call for someone to check on her, my phone buzzed again. I took it out of my pocket, expec
